Arcana, Pt. 1 - Iron Age

Our fate’s a curse immemorial

Our grave’s this shunned timeless sphere

Nourish the void in our being, the unclean soul

An unborn hope

You will know more

In a desert of aether

Colors will merge

On the Threshold Of All

The terrible vistas imagined

Are becoming real, a promised waste

Approaching the barrens ahead us

They mirrored an age of futile search

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In a desert of aether

Colors will merge

On the Threshold Of All

The Overflowing Chalice

The Altered Flame

Become One, Giver and Thief